"lyrics": "The block never sleeps, the phone is ringing. Jagga Bootz is the rhythm, the cash is swinging. Every sunrise means another stack. We chase the paper, ain't no turning back. This ain't a game, this is the daily schedule." }, { "name": "VERSE 1 (45s)", "lyrics": "Woke up still tired, still smell like the trap. Gotta hit the main road, no time for a nap. Check the burner phone, three calls I missed. Another runner is ready, wrist on a quick twist. The whip is moving slow, hugging the curb line. Avoiding the cameras, leaving no trace behind. The product is sealed tight, secured in the drop. They talk about hustling, but their whole operation flop. We moving weight across the boundaries, efficiently. No time for the weakness, moving independently. Ad-lib: Ay! Clock the vehicle. Business is critical." }, { "name": "HOOK (The Take-Off - 30s)", "lyrics": "This is the daily grind, the constant repetition. Stackin' the bands high, avoiding demolition. We push the package hard, rain or the cold front. The payment is instant, that's what the dealers want. The gauge is always near, for unexpected calls. We move the product quick before the whole thing falls." }, { "name": "VERSE 2 (45s)", "lyrics": "I'm a chef in the back, whipping up the raw score. They get one chance, they ain't coming back for more. The opps are looking dusty, they got low energy. They don't want the static, they don't want the urgency. I've been studying their movements, watching where they creep. They think I'm asleep, but I'm just playing the sheep. The shank is essential, part of the uniform. Protection is key, gotta weather the storm. My focus is locked, zero distraction from girls. I need the cash flow to buy my mum pearls. Ad-lib: Boom! That's the heavy sound. Stay underground." }, { "name": "HOOK (The Take-Off - 30s)", "lyrics": "This is the daily grind, the constant repetition. Stackin' the bands high, avoiding demolition. We push the package hard, rain or the cold front. The payment is instant, that's what the dealers want. The gauge is always near, for unexpected calls. We move the product quick before the whole thing falls." }, { "name": "VERSE 3 (45s)", "lyrics": "The aroma of success, that's the scent of the cash. Counting the filthy notes, stacking it in a flash. I don't trust the youngers, they're too loose with the mouth. Always taking the tax first, that's how we move South. They talk loyalty, but they break under pressure. The only thing certain is the weight on the dresser. I'm moving like a CEO, setting the market price. They pay the premium for that high-grade vice. They call me relentless, I call it survival mode. Carrying the city's weight, that's a heavy load. Ad-lib: Yes! The final count is high. Reach for the sky." }, { "name": "BRIDGE (30s)", "lyrics": "Every hustle requires focus, laser-beam precision. No room for errors, or you face the collision. We set the standards, we make the rules on the strip. The whole game follows the fire that we spit.
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